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"If you so as to touch my children, I will slit your throat!"
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The dinner went by, and Elaina ate her food peacefully and enjoyed her moments with Alicent. Seeing her children dance and be with one another, felt like a dream.
To her side, Viserys groans in pain. Clutching his head, as the aching continued to grow. The atmosphere suddenly dropped.
The vibrant life that was once in the room shifted into something colder, much more dull. Everyone paused what they were doing and stared at the decaying king who avoided all their stares.
Elaina sighed softly, knowing that Viserys was growing weaker by the day. A small part of her wished the man would leave this world quickly and painless, but the marks on her body and the tear-soaked pillow she sleeps on every night, remind her of what he's done to her. To her life.
"Guards," Elaina commanded, her voice willowed.
Two guards made their way toward their king, carrying his chair up and away from the table. Elaina sighed tiredly, the alcohol she consumed had slowly left her system as she became more sober.
Elaina stood from her seat, in a respectful manner in which everyone in the room copied. Much to her dismay, Elaina knew keeping the act as a dutiful and respectful wife to the king would bring her chances of living the life she was fighting for higher.
One which, Daemon Targaryen, promised to destroy. For the sake of the crown, his wife.
Two more guards came to help, as Elaina glanced over her children who could not bare to look at their suffering father.
Alicent glanced at her sister, before looking at her niece and nephews, seeing their averted gaze. Her hand instinctively rubbed her swollen belly, feeling the need to comfort her own babe inside her.
"Please, let's continue," Elaina said, a small smile adorned onto her lips.
With her words, the musicians started to play their songs. Everyone slowly but surely, began eating once again, returning to their conversation.
Three servants came in, carrying a freshly roasted pig. Setting the meal down on the table, in front of Aemond.
Aemond glanced at the dead animal, before hearing a soft chuckle coming from across the table. His eyes hardened at the sight of his nephew, trying to avoid his gaze.
Aemond fists clenched, his anger rising slowly. Finally, his eyes met Lucerys. The young boy felt the intensity that Aemond held.
Luke continued to chuckle, thinking Aemond had found what he was also thinking, funny.
Aemond slammed his hand down at the table, causing everyone's attention to draw toward his fuming figure.
The music stops, and Elaina stares at Aemond with confusion. Her eyes darting toward her other children who seem to scoot closer to their angry brother.
